Please review! :) And I'd love any ideas you can add. In this chapter, I will introduce Robin.
Ren liberated the imprisoned rabbit from its cage. If the being was grateful, it didn't make any emotions clear, scampering into the wild growth of trees. Hm, Ren had been expecting Moonacre rabbits to be different from the rest. Childishly, she'd almost expected the animal to hop onto two legs and speak in fluent English. Yes, she was a strange girl. Insanity was enjoyed, not suffered from. Who had trapped the rabbit? Of course it wasn't illegal to hunt, but this was rather cruel, right? Moonacre rabbits were nearly sacred in this area, to the Merryweathers. Killing such an innocent soul was deeply frowned upon, especially when there was an abundance of berry-bushes littered around. She had nothing against enjoying a good roasted rabbit (Ren was in no way a fluttering, angelic little lady. She wouldn't burst into tears if a bird was shot out of the sky) but she didn't admire needless killing.
Snap.
She turned, dress swishing with her. What was that? Perhaps a small animal or bird. She blew a lock of hair out of her face, hesitating. She'd read far too many horror tales to adventure readily. She'd heard extensively of Jack the Ripper, having previously resided in London. It was all too easy to imagine a hooded figure hurting her. She was in the middle of the woods, anyway, who would find her body? Soon, numerous thoughts raced through her head. She was half way through organising her own funeral, when a boy appeared.
In fact, he appeared to be old enough to be called a man. A young man.
He was dressed entirely in black- A black jacket covering his front, black trousers, black boots, and a black bowler hat. There were also a number of feathers gracing his form, an d a dagger attached to his belt. His face was perfectly sculpted, eyes witty and hazel, his curly hair auburn coloured. He was much taller than Ren, rather skinny, but not too noticeably so. His lips soon curved into a delectable smile, amused.
"Set a trap for a rabbit, and caught a Merryweather! Funny, isn't it? I am pleased," He drawled, voice like the finest silk.
"And who are you?" Ren questioned interestedly, all nervousness removed from her voice.
"I'm Robin. Robin Denoir. Though I'm not sure idle chat is in order. Shouldn't you be screaming for help, ickle birdy?" He taunted mockingly, causing Ren to roll her eyes. She was all too used to irritating individuals who enjoyed annoying her, pushing her. "Its so delightful to make your acquaintance!" He cried in a tauntingly 'posh' and educated voice, letting out a smoothe chuckle.
"That depends, what do you intend on doing?" She asked.
Robin hesitated, removing his knife from his belt, soon making his way closer. Ren started to worry, but stood her ground defiantly. He shouldn't of wandered too close, it would be his downfall- why else were traps set at a distance? You wouldn't try and chase a rabbit with your bare hands, now would you?
He placed a hand to her neck, squeezing lightly, holding her threateningly in place. "I'm going to take you to my Father, he'll know how to deal with a Merryweather releasing our catch. He'll skin you like a rabbit, and that's if you're lucky..." Robin was attempting to be frightening, but to no avail.
"I'm not a bloody rabbit!" Ren yelled. Unexpectedly, she raised her knee to hit him in the crotch area. Robin yelped, instantly dropping his knife to the floor, legs buckling underneath him.
"You little wench!" Robin yelled, but it sounded more like a pained groan.
Ren raced through the trees, hearing his gasps and complaints ebb away as she returned to her Uncle's Manor. That was the first time she ever met Mr Robin DeNoir, and it would not be the last.